something wonderful is about to happen

as you get older,

you have to get up a lot

at night

to go pee.

or at least try to.

sometimes it's like

a fire hose

or a racehorse,

while other times

it's a slow drip,

so slow that you give

up and go back to bed.

you can't coerce it,

you can't beg, or bend,

or shake it.

maybe later, you tell

yourself.

you turn the light

off, find your way back

to bed,

and say a bad word

that rhymes with truck.

okay, where was i,

you say to your self

trying to reconnect to

the dream you were just

having where something

wonderful was about

to happen.